Absolute control over the start, I will develop my own immortality

"Young man Zhao Xuan, you can see your words like your face..."

A letter was spread out in front of him. Zhou Ming read the words on the letter carefully and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"Manager Huang, I'm sorry to bother you."

"No trouble." Huang Song said: "How is it? What did Lao Li say in the letter?"

That's right.

This letter was sent by Mr. Li, who left Qingyefang and returned to his hometown a few months ago.

"I didn't say much, just a greeting. Also, explain that he is not planning to come back and will stay in the mortal world."

Zhou Mingdao.

"You're not coming back?"

Huang Song was stunned for a moment, then relieved, and said: "Well, he is not young at all, but he has not achieved much in the immortal world. Instead of coming back here, it is better to stay in the mortal world.

His cultivation at the fourth level of Qi training is invincible in the mortal world, and now he is probably enjoying all the glory and wealth. "

Zhou Ming nodded.

The cultivation level of the first level of Qi refining is equivalent to that of an innate warrior among mortals, let alone the fourth level of Qi refining.

In Qingyefang, Mr. Li is just a farmer.

But in the realm of mortals, Mr. Li is a top master, a true immortal, and he enjoys endless glory and wealth.

With the skills of an immortal cultivator, one can live an excellent life in any mortal country.

But the only thing is that you will not live forever.

For those who are qualified and determined to pursue a higher realm, the mortal world is a paradise.

But for people like Mr. Li who have almost no potential, the mortal world is more comfortable.

In the letter, Mr. Li also roughly told the story of his past.

To put it simply, he is a talented person, a prodigy in martial arts, and has a smooth journey.

Later, when I learned about the deeds of immortals and came to Qingyefang, I discovered that my qualifications were only the worst.

Seven or eight years of hard work is not as good as someone else's half-year effort.

The contrast was so great that it led to mental decadence and sinking.

I also felt that I was too poor to face the elders in my hometown, so I didn't dare to go back.

But as long as you get over this hurdle in your heart, it'll be fine. It's not a big deal.

In his hometown, Mr. Li untied his knot, so he decided to stay in his hometown and never come back.

"Yes, for him, staying in his hometown is thousands of times better than staying in Qingyefang."

Zhou Ming also sighed, then put away the letter and said, "Manager Huang, I'm leaving."

"Ah."

Huang Song nodded and turned back to the elixir place first.

Zhou Ming also left immediately, changed his place and appearance, and came to Qingmo Pavilion.

"Master Li, don't blame me. The mutated wire grass is really hard to find. Although Mo Sihui contacted all the shops in Fang City, there is no news at all."

Gu Yong said apologetically.

Zhou Ming shook his head and said: "This thing is rare after all. I don't blame you if I can't find it."

Gu Yong said: "Master Li, maybe you can go to Qinglingfang and Baoyefang. In addition, you can also go to Huangjiafang City."

Zhou Ming was stunned: "The Huang family also has a market?"

Gu Yong said: "It didn't exist originally, but it has only been opened in the past few months."

he narrated.

The Huang family has always wanted to open a market of their own.

But firstly, the prestige is not enough, and secondly, Qingye Mountain is, after all, remote and small. The three markets opened by Qingye Sect can already satisfy all the monks in Qingye Mountain.

If we open another one, I'm afraid not many people will go.

Moreover, the investment in building a city is not small.

Until a few months ago, because Huangliang Sect was turned into a demon sect by the Great Wu Kingdom, Qingye Sect sent people to clear it out, causing Qingyefang to be in chaos.

Although it was said above that it was only to eliminate the affiliated forces of Huangliang Sect, when the people below carried it out, the situation was different.

But in a remote place like Qingye Mountain, good and evil are always blurred.

Especially the hunters who hunt outside, many have done some dirty things, and some even practice magic skills.

In order to avoid being killed by the Qingye Sect, these people did not dare to come to Fangshi.

But the things in their hands also need to be processed and traded.

The Huang family took this opportunity to open a small market.

They take an eccentric approach. They don't ask about their identity or the source of goods. They can enter the market by paying money. They are completely following the path of the black market.

In addition, their market was opened between Qingyefang and Baoyefang, attracting people from both sides.

Nowadays, it has gained some scale.

Especially some monks who have dirty hands will go there to sell stolen goods.

"Interesting, where is it? I'll go take a look."

Between Qingyefang and Baoyefang, a peak stands.

Clear mountain spring water pours down from the peak, turning into a waterfall and falling into the pool at the bottom of the mountain.

The water from the pool flows out and turns into a river.

Huangjiafang City was established along this river.

"To enter the city, you need fifty broken spirits!"

A monk stopped at the gate of Fangshi and whispered.

So expensive!

Zhou Ming changed his appearance and wore black clothes and covered his face again. This kind of attire can be said to attract everyone's attention in Qingyebo.

But in Huangjiafang City, it is sparse and ordinary.

Most of the people in the city are hiding their heads and tail.

"Twenty broken souls in Qingyefang can last for a month, but you want fifty here?"

Hearing this, the monk smiled and said: "Fifty broken souls are the price of a day! If you are not convinced, you can leave on your own!"

Enough!

When the Huang family opened this market, they obviously knew who came to buy and sell.

There is also a concern that the market may not be open for too long.

So it's ruthless exploitation.

Zhou Ming handed over fifty broken spirits and walked into Fangshi.

The market is simple, with only five or six buildings along the river, either street stalls or shacks.

One of them is the auction house.

On the street stalls, there were people selling spiritual weapons, most of which were second-hand, and some of them had not even been wiped clean of blood.

There were sellers of magic books. Zhou Ming looked at them and found that most of them were nonsense and made no sense.

In a daze, I felt like I was back in Jiangzhou Prefecture and going to the black market.

"what?"

At a certain street stall, Zhou Ming suddenly discovered that the several spell books sold here were actually genuine spells.

but……

Abdominal Sword Technique: Hide the flying sword in the abdomen and spit it out from the mouth, with infinite power. You are not allowed to eat while practicing this spell until the spell is completed.

Flying Head Technique: Behead someone without dying, and attack people with flying heads. It takes a long time to practice this technique, and you need to cut off your head.

Zang-Fu Replacement Technique: Replace the Zang-Fu organs to remove diseases, preserve good health, and prolong life. To practice this technique, you need to disembowel your body.

"These... are all evil arts!"

Practicing qi to live forever and nourishing oneself with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is the noble and righteous way.

Killing people to fill the wild and growing oneself with the skin, flesh, blood and soul of all souls is also a demonic way.

In between these two, there is evil.

Although there is no need to kill people, you still need to torture yourself. Taking the wrong approach is intolerable to ordinary people and is an evil way.

However, these are just superficial statements.

When orthodox monks kill monsters and refine elixirs, don't they also nourish themselves with all the spirits?

In the magic way, it is not that there is no way to simply absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

As for the evil ways, because the magic they practice is too terrifying, they have long been confused with the devil.

"However, these evil spells are quite suitable for me."

Zhou Ming thought to himself, then scattered the spirit stones and said: "Give me a copy of each of these spells."

The stall owner is also a masked man in black, who looks similar to Zhou Ming at first glance.

Hearing this, he didn't waste any time and directly threw out three transcripts.

After Zhou Ming checked it and found that there was nothing wrong with it, he put it away and asked: "These three books of yours are all evil spells. Do they have any techniques?"