You Practice Immortality, I Farm

  Chapter 50 Paper Kite

   "Come, come, fellow Daoist Lu, **** nearly ten-year-old wine."

  In the house of a monk surnamed Wu, the two of them were drinking to their heart's content.

  Lu Xuan shook the silver wine glass in his hand, the golden spirit wine in the glass rose and fell with his movements, and a mellow and strong smell of wine escaped.

   "I really didn't expect that Wangshan, who is the patrol guard of the law enforcement hall, would be polluted by evil spirits. Fortunately, it was discovered early and did not affect our neighbors."

  Friar surnamed Wu put down his wine glass, thinking of the possible consequences, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

   "Yes, if the evil spirits were not discovered and eliminated in time, it would be difficult for those of us who live nearby to ensure our own safety."

  Lu Xuan agreed.

   "Those trash from the law enforcement hall have been guarding this area for a while, and it is inconvenient to go out and do something."

   "I don't even look at it. I can't even guard my own people, and they have been invaded by evil spirits. What's the use of controlling us? Why don't we check the interior thoroughly, maybe we can find a few more!"

  The old man surnamed Wu was obviously a little drunk, and his eyes were blurred.

   "Fellow Daoist Lu, why don't you plant those spiritual plants that are suitable for brewing spiritual wine? If you plant them, I'll buy as many as you can!"

   While talking, the monk surnamed Wu brought the topic to Lu Xuan.

   "Recently, I have also considered it, but the area of ​​the spiritual field in the courtyard is too small, and there is no room to plant other spiritual plants, and I don't have the energy to cultivate other spiritual plants for the time being."

   "If you have that plan, you must come to Wu Daoyou for cooperation."

   The two continued to drink.

   "By the way, Fellow Daoist Wu, do you know about the black market in Linyangfang City?"

   Lu Xuan asked the old man.

   "Black market? What, you want to go in?"

   "I have this idea, but I have never entered it before, and I don't know much about it. You, Daoyou Wu, have superb cultivation and have stayed in Fangshi for a long time, so I want to ask you, Daoyou Wu, about the relevant situation."

   Lu Xuan smiled.

   "I have indeed entered several times, the most recent one was about two years ago."

  The old man was a little sober from the alcohol, showing a look of reminiscence.

   "The black market is located in the center of Fangshi. It is rumored that it is managed by several underground forces in Fangshi, but I guess there is one or several big families in Fangshi behind it."

   "Fang City was originally built on an abandoned secret place, and the black market is located in a natural maze. You can only enter it after buying a guide with a few spirit stones."

   "It's called the black market, so it's very different from the casual repair market and those big shops. Those who appear there are generally not visible, and monks usually hide their appearance or cultivation level when they enter it."

   "The same is true for the goods inside. There will be many treasures that are difficult to see in markets and shops. The origins are unknown. There are some treasures that cannot be sold normally. There are also all kinds of weird and strange materials, and there are many evil things."

   Lu Xuan nodded from time to time.

   "Then ordinary casual cultivators enter the black market, can the safety be guaranteed?"

   "It must be safe inside. There are powerful monks guarding it. It is rare to hear that someone is making trouble inside."

"As for the outside, it is not under the jurisdiction of the black market. Among the monks who go in and out of the black market, there are many vicious and vicious people, or evil cultivators who practice evil methods, so the security is much lower than inside, and occasionally there will be murder and treasure hunting. kind of event."

   "Under normal circumstances, there is no problem. After all, the black market is in the center of the square. Anyway, I went there more than once when I was practicing low-level Qi, and I didn't encounter any accidents."

   "If you really want to enter, you can just be more cautious. If you are really worried, you can enter with a familiar monk."

   "I have been taught, thank you Daoist Wu for sharing this important information."

  The old man surnamed Wu waved his hand.

   "These are nothing, you can get them by asking outside."

  The friendship between the two was mediocre, and he didn't ask Lu Xuan what his purpose was in entering the black market.

   Lu Xuan stayed for a while longer, and then returned to his home with the cub Tayun lynx who had been quietly on his shoulder.

  He pondered for a moment, but decided to take a trip to the black market.

  According to what the old man surnamed Wu said, there will be many strange things on the black market, so the possibility of finding unknown spiritual species is greater than that in the casual repair market.

   Moreover, entering and exiting the black market is generally relatively safe. Lu Xuan felt that as long as he didn't expose his belongings or cause troubles, he would be able to escape unscathed.

   Besides, he has full confidence in his current strength.

The cultivation base of the sixth level of Qi training, the Gengjin Sword Art that is close to the realm of a master, the first-grade special magic weapon, the silver blade, two second-grade sword Qi Wanqian Talismans, the second-grade flying sword Lihuo sword, the first-grade treasure Thunder Fire Bead, and many more Talisman...

  Even if he faced off with a high-level Qi training monk, Lu Xuan was quite sure to kill him.

   On the second day, Lu Xuan inspected the spiritual fields, keeping all the spiritual plants in top condition, and went to the black market according to the location provided by the monk surnamed Wu.

  Because the cloud stepping lynx cub was too obvious and there was no suitable means to cover it up, Lu Xuan left it at home.

  After learning that he could not go out with Lu Xuan, Tayunlinx stared at Lu Xuan motionlessly with a pair of green eyes.

   Lu Xuan's mind was focused on its body, feeling that the cub seemed afraid that he would abandon it, and his heart was full of helplessness and fear.

   This made Lu Xuan almost soften his heart, but in the end, considering the possibility of revealing his true identity, he finally comforted himself for a while, leaving Tayun Lynx with a pile of air-dried meat strips, and went alone.

   About half an hour later, Lu Xuan came outside the black market.

  Although the black market is close to the center of Fang, the surrounding area is quite deserted. There are no courtyard houses, and only a few monks are in a hurry on the road, vigilant against each other.

  The entire black market was shrouded in a thick cloud of black mist, and the spiritual consciousness penetrated into the black mist, as if blocked by something, unable to move an inch.

   Wearing a simple mask on his face, Lu Xuan came to the monk guarding the entrance of the black market.

Along the way, he saw that almost all the monks were dressed like him. Most of them wore masks or cloth scarves, and a few used special instruments to cover them up. Lu Xuan didn't know his face.

  He observed the movements of the monks in front of him, and handed three spirit stones to the entrance, in front of a monk covered in black mist.

  Immediately, I got a guide talisman with black runes drawn on it, and a black arrow that swam slightly on it.

   Entering the black mist, the front is hazy, the black arrow is shining, and the direction of the arrow is constantly and finely adjusted, leading Lu Xuan forward in the black mist.

  After a long while, Lu Xuan felt his body refreshed, passed through the black mist, and came to the black market.

  The black market was larger than he had imagined. There were one or two hundred monks as far as he could see. The scene was relatively quiet, with only slight discussions.

  The sky above the black market seemed to be covered by a thick black cloud, and there were a dozen or so black paper kites flying slowly in the sky.

   The paper kite is made of unknown materials, but at first glance it looks like a monster skin bag floating in the sky.

  When flying over Lu Xuan's head, he could feel an evil thought sweeping over his body, making Lu Xuan's skin involuntarily covered with dense goosebumps.

  (end of this chapter)