Xiantu

Where there are monks, there is no place without the trading market.There is no trading market in the entire Mengyun Mountain Range, but the Yin family, Song family, and Zhou family have thousands of disciples of the Qi-nourishing realm, and if they need something, they have to go thousands of miles away. The Liuyunfang City outside is really inconvenient.So in a place called Falling Flower Valley in Mengyun Mountains, they set up a private trade fair on their own, which will be held on the [-]th day of every month.At the private fair, everyone can use spirit stones to buy what they need from other monks, or they can exchange things for each to get what they need.

Over time, the reputation of this trade fair spread, and many casual cultivators also came here to buy items or sell things they didn't need.After all, this transaction will be jointly protected by the three major families, and the basic security can be guaranteed.

It has been more than two years since he came to Yin's house, and it was the first time for Song Mo to come to this private fair.

I saw a lot of monks sitting cross-legged on an open field in the valley, most of them placed a layer of cloth or a piece of animal skin randomly in front of them, and placed the items they wanted to sell on it.

The valley is very quiet, not as noisy as in the secular market.Whether it is the monks who set up a stall or the monks who come to buy things, they don't make much sound. When the two sides communicate occasionally, they just transmit sound to each other, and others can't hear anything at all.

Song Mo wandered around casually, and found that most of the items sold by these cultivators in the stalls were elixirs and talisman papers, and occasionally a few low-grade magical artifacts. As for the elixir, they could not be seen at all.

As for the reason why there are no pills for sale here, Song Mo also knows a thing or two.Because for ordinary monks, they don't know how to distinguish the authenticity of the pill, so they are not willing to buy it at this kind of small stall, but would rather spend more spirit stones to go to those famous big shops in Xianfang in-app purchases.

Since there are no buyers, there are naturally no monks to sell such items as pills.

Song Mo walked forward slowly, carefully looking at the items on the booth.In the past two years, although he has made up a lot of common sense about cultivating immortals, he still doesn't understand many items on the booth.For example, a cultivator placed a red, white and blue spiritual herb in front of him, with a direct price of [-] spiritual stones, and many people stopped there to watch.This spirit grass does not seem to be very old, but it is marked with such a high price, it is obviously a very cherished variety, and most of the monks know it.But Song Mo had no idea what the name of this spirit grass was or what its effects were.

This is the difference between a casual cultivator's background and a family background. Song Mo has not received a complete education.Moreover, each cultivation family has always cherished itself, and it is not so easy to obtain this knowledge.

After shopping around for a long time, Song Mo didn't find a stall selling cultivation skills or cultivation experience, so he couldn't help being very disappointed.Although he knew before coming that such things as the secret books of exercises and cultivation experience are things that a family needs to protect their lives, and they are strictly forbidden to spread outside, but he still came here with the hope of just in case.Maybe there is a family member who urgently needs Lingshi and sells it secretly.

Since he couldn't buy what he needed, Song Mo didn't plan to stay longer, and was about to turn around to leave when he suddenly found a black-clothed monk sitting cross-legged in a remote part of the trade fair.He didn't place any items in front of him, he just sat there quietly, there was no stall around him, it seemed that all the stall owners intentionally kept a distance from him.

The reason why Song Mo noticed this black-clothed monk was because of his undisguised late-stage cultivation of Qi Cultivation.In this private fair, monks in the early stage of Qi cultivation are the most, and monks in the middle stage of Qi cultivation are rare.As for the later stage of Qi Yang, Song Mo has only seen him so far.

I don't know what the black-clothed friars are selling as they sit cross-legged.In just a short while, Song Mo saw a monk in yellow walking up to his booth, and the two sides had a voice transmission conversation. The monk in black nodded, and the monk in yellow left a bag of spirit stones, and leave.

Although I don't know the exact number of spirit stones in that bag, it looks like it won't be less.Song Mo looked over there with interest. The black-clothed monk was indeed a late-stage Qi-cultivating monk. He seemed to have sensed Song Mo's gaze, and looked towards Song Mo vigilantly.Seeing that Song Mo was just a cultivator at the early stage of Qi Cultivation, he snorted coldly and left him alone.

Song Mo looked away, just to make fun of himself.It seemed that he couldn't buy what he needed today. Song Mo went shopping again without giving up, but still found nothing. Seeing that it was getting late, he had no choice but to leave the valley.

On a remote mountain road, Song Mo poured his spiritual power into his legs and hurried on his way.Before dark, he had to return to Qixia Ridge where the Yin family was located, otherwise it would not be safe to be alone in the wild.

When walking to a cluttered hillside, a warning sign suddenly appeared in Song Mo's heart, he stopped abruptly, and jumped back quickly.From where he was standing, countless three-foot-long ice picks protruded from the ground, almost poking a hole in Song Mo.

"Hey, this kid reacts quite quickly." Two monks, one fat and one thin, emerged from the grass at half a person's height in front of him. Among them, the fatter monk looked at Song Mo and said in surprise.

Song Mo knew that he was being robbed, and looked over with a sullen face, seeing that the other party was only at the early stage of cultivating Qi, he felt a little relieved, and said coldly: "What do you mean by this?"

The fat monk said with a smile: "It's nothing interesting, it's just that there is a lack of spirit stone flowers recently. The two brothers and I saw fellow Taoists wandering around the trade fair for a long time, but they didn't buy anything that suits our needs. I think the spirit stones in our pockets are also used for the time being." If not, how about borrowing my brother as an envoy first?"

Song Mo sneered: "The two of you have found the wrong person. You are penniless. Today you just went to the fair to gain knowledge, so you didn't buy anything."

Hearing this, the smile on the fat monk's face froze slightly, but the rather thin monk next to him shouted: "Brother, don't be fooled by him, this kid looks so carefully at every booth, obviously looking for something, even the whole I don’t like anything at the trade fair, and he must be rich. And judging by his appearance, he is not a monk from the three major families, so if you kill him, you don’t have to worry about any future troubles.”

As he said that, without waiting for Song Mo to explain anything, he pinched several formulas in his hand and muttered something in his mouth. In the blink of an eye, several ice picks attacked Song Mo's direction.

Song Mo had been prepared for a long time. Before the ice cone arrived, countless densely packed golden light arrows had already been fired. When the ice cone hit the golden light arrows, they made a loud noise, and then canceled each other out and dissipated in the air.

Without waiting for the opponent to make another move, countless golden light arrows shot at the two of them one after another, without any time to cast spells.

The fat monk's face changed suddenly, and he lost his voice: "Instant spell! Not good, he has already practiced the spell to Dzogchen!" Although he was extremely panicked, the fat monk's movements were not slow. , A two-foot-high earth wall appeared in front of the two of them, and then they slipped away without looking at the result.

The frail monk had the same mind as him, and ran in the opposite direction, thinking that if he could run one by one.

The first wave of golden light arrows all shot at the earth wall, and the earth wall immediately collapsed and turned into fly ash.But with this moment of obstruction, the two of them left the place safely, and the remaining golden arrows all shot into the empty space.

Seeing the panicked backs of the two, Song Mo snorted coldly and did not chase after them.The thin and frail monk who was rushing forward suddenly found out in horror that layers of frost had suddenly appeared on his body, and he could no longer move a step forward.Just as he was about to mobilize his spiritual power to resolve it, his body suddenly felt a sharp pain. He lowered his head with difficulty, only to see several golden arrows stuck in his body.His eyes were full of disbelief, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he lost his strength and fell to the ground.

And with the death of the emaciated monk, the spiritual power of the golden light arrow inserted into his body has also been exhausted, turning into little stars and dissipating in the air.

The fat monk, who was running away in another direction, saw this scene out of the corner of his eye, and was frightened out of his wits. The speed of his escape suddenly accelerated a bit.