Zhaojun's open life

"Jue'er, go buy some more now." Yan's mother told her son to go buy it right away.

"Mother, give the Lingshi." Yan Jue stretched out his palm up in front of his mother.

"Okay, here."

There are still quite a few discerning monks in the market. After a while, Zhaojun sold more than [-] futons.

At noon, business was mediocre.

After working all morning, Zhaojun took out a small table from the storage bag, and put some spiritual food made by himself on it.

Steaming and fragrant, the two stall owners next door, including the old man who has been listless.

I don't know if this is a monk or a mortal, anyway, she didn't feel the aura fluctuations of the old man.

The braised pork she made with Wushan black pig has a rich aroma and is oily but not greasy.There are also stewed pork rib soup, two servings of spirit vegetables, one fried, and one cold.

This was done three days ago.

The scent was tangy, and several stall owners around shook their noses, and their bodies kept leaning towards Zhaojun.

Zhaojun would not ask kindly, do you want to eat something.

She knew that as long as she asked, those people would probably all nod their heads, and probably grab them right away.

She seemed to hear the ticking of saliva.

A piece of braised pork came out, it was small, and with pink lips, he bit off a piece of red, oily braised pork.

I just took a small sip, and before I finished my stomach, I heard the sound of inhalation, the sound of "swish" and the sound of ticking from everyone around me.

The head of the person who eats is not tilted, and he concentrates on the small dining table in front of him, which is good in the world of cultivating immortals.Storage bags and storage rings can be used in an open and honest manner.

Eat a mouthful of braised pork and drink a mouthful of soup, it tastes really good.

The old man next door couldn't help it anymore, and muttered, "The children don't respect the old at all. Didn't the old man have lunch yet?"

He said it was a muttering, but the muttering sound could be heard in this stall.

"Old man, I'm not deaf, so my voice can be not so loud. If you want to eat, you can tell me."

Put down the chopsticks in your hands, dig out your ears, rinse your hands with water and continue to pick up vegetables.

"Little girl, invite the old man to eat sincerely, where are the bowls and chopsticks?" The old man was dissatisfied, and stomped his feet lightly.

Reluctantly, he took out another pair of bowls and chopsticks and a small pot of spirit wine from the storage bag.

"Old man, eat slowly. Just say it's not enough."

According to the old man, Zhaojun simply entertained the old man once.Lest you have to be said for doing good deeds.

At this time, the old man did not droop his eyebrows.Hearing Zhaojun's words, his expression became lively, his eyes were smiling, his eyebrows were flying, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his drooping eight-character eyebrows were all flying with joy.

"Okay, okay, it's really not enough, one more serving of each item is almost enough."

The old man happily held his rice bowl, took a bite of a piece of braised pork, the corners of his mouth were dripping with oil, and he drank a sip of wine. Although the taste of the wine was mediocre, it tasted really good when eaten together.

The sound of swallowing saliva around did not stop.

The old man was not only eating, but also asked, "Little girl, is this Wushan black pig? How do you make it? It's so delicious."

There is no practice of braised pork in Lingyuan world, and no one has ever eaten braised pork. Such an attractive and rich aroma tempted everyone present.

"Ancestral secret recipe."

I don't want to say it, unless there is a spiritual food restaurant to buy the prescription, otherwise, she won't say it.

Krypton gold, forced her to get into the eyes of money, and the whole person almost became a string of money.

The old man who was blocked by one sentence didn't know what to say.

Gulu Gulu drank the soup, finished eating, said thank you, then went back to his booth, sat on the spot, took out a box out of thin air, and stuffed it to Zhaojun, "Little girl, the meal money. Do you have any braised pork? Give it to me later." A few boxes."

"Old man, no, old man, senior, you don't need food money."

Push the box open with your hands, not wanting to take it.

"Take it for you."

The mysterious old man pushed Zhaojun over again and gave Zhaojun a look with unquestionable eyes. With a calm and prestige, Zhaojun flinched in fright.

Cowardly, he continued, "Thank you senior. I still have a dozen boxes of braised pork, all for you."

The old man just exuded a little bit of aura, and the cowardly Zhaojun immediately lost his temper, and he didn't dare to argue with the old man, so he accepted it swiftly and quickly.

"Okay. A little more would be nice."

After finishing speaking, the old man still had some regrets.

"There is no more Wushan black pig. I haven't done much? Next time I will make more."

"I have, little girl, are you doing well now?"

"Ah?" Zhaojun stared blankly, not knowing how to answer.

At this moment, now, do it now, do you want to be in such a hurry.

"Can't you?"

"Senior, why don't you buy my prescription, and I will make it in front of others, and the prescription will be passed on."

Although she was a little scared, she still didn't miss the chance to earn Lingshi.

"Okay, tell me the number." The old man sent a voice transmission to Zhaojun.

"Well, one hundred low-grade spirit stones." She still wanted to sell more in her heart, but after all, no lion opened her mouth.

The old man smiled, didn't say much, and took out a small storage bag out of thin air.

Zhaojun took the storage bag and gave the old man a small paper notebook, which was her own homemade notebook.

It records the practice of braised pork in a very detailed way.

In the afternoon, business continued.

Yan Jue went back and bought ten futons, but there were not many futons left.

Taking advantage of the lack of customers at the moment, Zhaojun talked to the old man to help take care of the stall.I ran to the booth opposite to pick up leaks.

She ran to the stall of a monk who bought her futon just now.

Sanxiu Hong Shan watched the little girl muttering all the time, and said amusedly, "I want to pick up the leak, my heart is really big."

The person who picked up the leak raised his head in embarrassment, "Hehe!"

Forget it, and talk to yourself again, the habit is not good, you need to change it.

Sticking out his tongue, his cute appearance attracted Hong Shan to chuckle, "Well, I'm not laughing at you, but there are some people who are interested, uncle will give you a little bit cheaper."

"Thank you Uncle Hong, I'll take a look first." After poking around, she found a beautiful ornament. What attracted her inexplicably was a round white "pearl" on the ornament, but she knew it was not a pearl.

What is it, she doesn't know.Not only her, but everyone around her didn't know her.

Thought it was just an ordinary bead.

But for some reason, a voice in her heart told her, if you buy it, you must buy it.

Holding the jewelry, he raised his head, "Uncle Hong, how many spirit beads?"

Jewelry without any aura fluctuations is basically not expensive, and the price does not require a low-grade spirit stone.

"Take it and play with it. You don't need to give Lingzhu, it's not worth a few Lingzhu." Hong Shan waved his hand, not caring.Although he lacks spirit stones, he does not lack those three melons and two dates.

The little girl is quite cute, her eyebrows and eyes are curved when she smiles, like a new moon.Smiling and squinting his eyes, the happy appearance when collecting the spirit stones is very similar to his sister.

It's just that my younger sister doesn't have spiritual roots. She was married a few years ago and has grandchildren.

More than 20 years have passed in a blink of an eye, my sister is old, and he is also old.

Maybe he won't be able to see each other again for the rest of his life. When he sees the little girl, he thinks of when he was a child, and how his sister cried when he didn't want to leave home.

I also remembered the way my younger sister smiled and squinted her eyes in secret joy when she received the lucky red envelopes from her parents every New Year's Eve.

Zhaojun is afraid that he is a treasure, so he takes advantage of others.Deliberately pouting, playing tricks, and throwing down fifteen spirit beads regardless, "Uncle Hong, since it's for sale, you have to pay for both. I won't take advantage of you."

After speaking, he casually put the jewelry into the storage bag as if he didn't care.

She estimated the value, so she shouldn't underpay.

According to the price of ordinary jewelry.

In the next step, she has rushed to another stall to pick up.

The stall owners sell items related to formations, materials for making formations, and some basic formations.

She doesn't know how to make arrays yet, and she hasn't learned it yet.

Go over the materials and find a jade slip about getting started with formations.

Hold it in your hand, and then ask the price, "Senior, how do you sell it?"

"Ten low-grade spirit stones."

The price is fair, and the stall owner really didn't bid.

Knowing the situation, Zhaojun gave ten low-grade spirit stones.She continued to hunt for treasures, except for buying some attacking talismans and an entry-level jade slip for making talismans, she didn't buy anything else.

Back at his booth, the old man helped her sell more than a dozen futons.

After putting away the spirit stones, a female cultivator who practiced Qi Dao Consummation came to the opposite booth. She was not very old, no more than 30 years old.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that she is a talented student of the academy.

For many monks, it is not bad to be able to build a foundation at the age of 50.

Less than thirty, the Qi training will be perfect, and the foundation will be established very quickly.

As long as the state of mind can keep up, maybe the foundation can be established immediately.

The female cultivator who came here kept talking when she walked to the stalls near Zhaojun and the others. She stopped at every stall and looked for it. No one knew what she was looking for.

She moved slowly until she found a familiar bronze mirror at Hong Shan's booth. Although the bronze mirror was useless, she remembered that the person said that when she bought that thing, she also bought a small bronze mirror.

In her previous life, she had seen that the bronze mirror held by that person was exactly the same as the bronze mirror in front of her.

He raised his head again, squinted his eyes, and glanced at the somewhat sloppy stall owner.I don't know, I haven't seen this person in my previous life.

He lowered his head and continued to search.

A day has passed.

As the sun set, there were fewer and fewer people in the market. Zhaojun packed up, said hello to the old man and the few stall owners he had just met, and left.

The Night Market is still bustling, just like the night markets in the modern world, lively and bustling.

Passing by a shop specializing in spirit beast meat, Zhaojun walked in, still an acquaintance.

"Uncle Jiang."

In the shop, there was a tall and strong middle-aged man, with muscles all over his body.

I was chopping in the shop when I heard a familiar voice and looked towards the door.

The familiar face came into view, and Jiang Jian saw Zhaojun, chopping louder with the big knife in his hand, "Junjun, why are you here? Is there something wrong?"

Speed ​​up, chop up a pile of meat in your hand, wash your hands, and sit on the chair on the left side of the door.

"Uncle Jiang, it's okay, I'll buy some Wushan black pork."

The man in front of him is a close friend of the original owner's father. He has five spiritual roots, and it is difficult to build a foundation in his life. Now he has only cultivated Qi at the seventh level.

After getting married and having children, this shop will sell some monster meat and spirit beast meat exclusively.

Also provides wholesale to major restaurants.

His son is Sanlingen, Jiang Jian wants to concentrate the family's resources, earn more Lingshi, and train his son.

"Okay, let me choose some good ones for you." Jiang Jian quickly picked out some good ones for Zhaojun.

The third level of Qi training, after a while, she will go out to practice by herself.

In the big forest outside the city, there are a lot of monsters, as long as you have the ability to kill them.

After paying for the spirit stone, he took the Wushan black pork and put it in the storage bag.

Walking alone, her strength is low, she chooses all roads and streets.

Back home, enter and close the door, and open the formation.

After the layers of formations were opened, Zhaojun felt a sense of security.

Sitting in the quiet room, she took out the box that the old man gave her. She didn't know what it was. She suppressed her curiosity and didn't open it.

The quaint wooden box engraved with wishful patterns was opened, and inside were a pair of large and small flying swords, a large silver-white flying sword, and a small silver-white flying sword.It's a bit like a mother-in-law sword.

It's a magic weapon, it's actually the best magic weapon, and it's a growth-type magic weapon that can be upgraded.

It can also be used as a talisman.

Thinking of the old man, Zhaojun secretly regretted it. He knew that Fang Zi, who had braised pork in brown sauce, shouldn't have received Lingshi.A pair of growth-type top-grade instruments, the value far exceeds the prescription she gave.

I don't know, if there is a chance to see the old man again in the future, she wants to repay the favor.

Although Feijian is good, she is not in a hurry to sacrifice it.

Put it in the storage ring, organize your income, and then Zhaojun will take out the accessories bought at the Hongshan booth.

I held it in my hand and played with it for a while, but didn't find anything unusual.

There is nothing the same if you use your spiritual sense to probe.She imitated the conjectures on the Internet in the modern world, and forced out a drop of blood, which fell on the "pearl", and at the same time, her spiritual consciousness covered the "pearl".

Branding yourself and wondering, what the heck is this.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, a drop of blood is quickly absorbed by the "pearl".

The smooth "pearl" is shining brightly at this time, but luckily the array at home can block it.

The formation at home is very reliable, even a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm can't break it for a while.

The shining light only blooms for a moment.In an instant, it changed back to how it was before, and there was no difference at all.

It's not even as bright and clean as it was before, it's a bit gloomy.

Somewhat strangely, the pearl was suspended in mid-air and remained motionless.After about 10 minutes, the dark pearls gradually turned bright white.It was still spinning around in mid-air, and finally rushed straight to Zhaojun's dantian.

Zhaojun, who was unable to look inside his dantian, turned on the hook at this time, and was able to look inside his dantian.Seeing a clean and sparkling bead, it soon becomes colorful.

It can clearly distinguish gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, but it is actually a five-element spirit bead, which can absorb the host's aura, and can also continuously provide the host with aura.

Five Elements Lingzhu is a natural treasure, even the top bosses like it.

No, I want to make a breath-holding exercise. She remembers that she has a breath-holding exercise, but it is a counterfeit product or an ordinary high-end product.

Pull up the virtual screen at the top of the head, click to open, and see my name, under the age, there are some exercises, combat skills, memories that I know, those that have been upgraded, and those that have not.

Among them is the breath-holding formula, which is expensive to upgrade, and it is really a cheap copycat.

Wanting to upgrade to the perfect level is an astronomical figure for her now.

Tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones are needed.

The breath-suppressing formula can restrain the monk's own aura, and it can also restrain the aura of the treasure possessed by the monk.

She wants to restrain the breath of the Five Elements Lingzhu now.She didn't know and wasn't sure whether other monks could detect the Five Elements Spirit Orb in her dantian.

It is said that in ancient times, a powerful monk once obtained a Five Elements Spirit Bead, and after that, no Five Elements Spirit Bead appeared again.

The Five Elements Lingzhu has become a legend.

Now, I got one myself.Is it true that I will become a great power in the future.

Everything is unknown.

At night, the moonlight was shining, and the faint moonlight poured down. Through the open window, Zhaojun sitting on the futon was enveloped by the moonlight.

The aura circled Yuehua, scrambling towards the cultivating Zhaojun.Without someone noticing it, bits and pieces of the power of the moonlight also entered along with the aura.

The Five Elements Lingzhu in the dantian frantically absorbed the influx of spiritual energy.

For one night, the Five Elements Lingzhu stopped absorbing before dawn, and a layer of milky white spirit oozed out. The pure spirit made Zhaojun tremble a few times.

It is estimated that only the Five Elements Spiritual Beads can transform such a pure spiritual liquid.

The spiritual liquid fed back is more useful than anything else.

In the morning, I made breakfast for myself. After breakfast, I went to the orchard, Lingzhi Garden, and a few acres of Ling rice fields as usual and worked for a long time.

The spirit rain technique has been done several times.

Finally, the irrigation is completed.

In Fangshi, Nancheng, there was a female cultivator, and she came out to Fangshi alone, pawing at the street stalls for a while.

Every stall was picked again, until I didn't find the object I was looking for, and then moved to the next stall.

In this way, I rummaged for several days in a row, but found nothing.

In a few days, Zhaojun has already entered the fourth level of Qi training, which can barely be regarded as the middle level of Qi training.Learned several attack spells.

With a little bit of self-protection ability, Krypton Lingshi has upgraded several attack spells.

So subtle that every attack is so precise that ordinary monks can't imagine.

Every time you practice, you can improve a little bit.She didn't stop until she reached the perfect level.

Beihuang Immortal Academy, I don’t know when it was reported that there was a small stall owner in Nanchengfang City who sold futons that were particularly useful.

For those who have mixed thoughts and find it difficult to enter meditation during practice, it is especially important to concentrate and calm down.

For several days in a row, Zhaojun didn't open the stall again, and there were not many futons, less than [-] left.

Lock the door, leave the house, go out of town.

At the edge of the Northern Wilderness Forest, a girl with a changed appearance entered the forest alone.

Stepping into the range of the forest, the consciousness is released, always on guard.

She didn't form a team, and she didn't have trusted relatives to accompany her. All she could rely on was herself.

Sitting on a dense tree, Zhaojun restrained his breath, took a map, looked at it again, stood on the top of the tree, looked into the distance, and saw where he should go.

When he was 13 years old, the original owner had never left Beihuang City or left the city.

Everything about the forest is unknown to her.What I know is what my parents said, and what my parents' former teammates said.

It's just that after their parents passed away, they left Beihuang City and headed for Zhongyuan City.

On the first day, I occasionally encountered only one or two low-level spiritual plants in the forest.

The harvest is very little.

The danger is also relatively small.

It was a safe time.

On the second day, at a slightly farther periphery, she encountered monsters, all of whom were at the fourth to sixth levels of Qi training, and all the monsters she encountered were at the third level of Qi training.

In the battle of Thunderbolt, from the panic at the beginning to the calm response later, it only took five battles.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

After a month of experience, Zhaojun is no longer the little white flower who fought before entering the forest.

With a murderous look all over her body, an epee in her hand, and a strong black outfit, she encountered monsters in the late stage of Qi training several times, and almost went to see the Dao ancestor.

If it weren't for the many magic weapons in her hands and the many attacking talismans, she probably died in the forest.

Of course, she has gained something. The corpses of the monsters killed except for the bones were all collected by her in the storage bag.

Fortunately, I also found a dozen mid-level spiritual plants of different ages.

The battle experience has greatly increased, and a lot of monster blood has been collected. When making talismans, monster blood is the main material.

A few days ago, she found all the materials for making pilizi in a space beast's own space, and gained a lot. Under the reminder of the system, she bought the formula and made many elementary versions of pilizi.

In the morning, when the sun was rising, Zhaojun packed up, looked back, and fought in the area for a month.

This is still the outer periphery, and she can't go to the deeper area.

He glanced back, then strode away.

In a hidden place, there were two wretched "hehe" smiles of casual cultivators.

The tall and fat monks and the short and thin monks followed quietly, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, standard cross talk configuration.

It looked a little far away, but the single little monk in front was always within their line of sight and within the range of their spiritual sense.

Zhaojun, who was walking in front, was not idle all the way, occasionally digging a low-level spiritual plant.

Zhaojun didn't stop until he entered a narrow canyon, turned around, "Come out, follow along."

The dark epee in his hand was lifted up and pointed at the cross talk group.

The comic group came out from the corner where they were hiding their figures, and smiled grimly, "Since you found out, obediently hand in your storage bag, or else, you will be out of your wits."

The wretched, thin and short man's grinning facial features were distorted, and his eyes gleamed with determination. They had met the little casual cultivator in front of them several times.

They are not sure if the little girl has a baby, but it is not easy to be sure that the little girl is.A third-level qi training (in fact, the peak of the fourth-level qi training, the real cultivation is covered up by the method of restraining breath), who can experience a long time in the northern wilderness forest alone, presumably has a treasure on his body.

Regardless of whether it is there or not, try it first, if there is, you will know if you grab it.

The two of them specialize in this kind of thing. Over the years, they have robbed monks who are alone, and have accumulated some spiritual stones. Every time they robbed some magic weapons, they would secretly send them to the black market for sale.

In exchange for spirit stones for his own cultivation, he is now a monk at the tenth level of Qi training, and one step further is a monk at the eleventh level of Qi training.

After crossing the eleventh level of Qi training, it is the Great Perfection of Qi training (twelfth level).

Seeing that the eleventh floor was about to be reached, they recently teamed up to rob many monks who were alone, and accumulated a lot of spiritual stones. They planned to cultivate in peace of mind and advance to the eleventh floor in a few months.

The tenth to eleventh floors are a small hurdle, and some monks can't cross this small hurdle in their entire lives.