early morning.

The mist is hazy.

Qinglinfang City is located on a green mountain peak, surrounded by giant green trees.

The mountain peaks are shrouded in thick fog, making it difficult to see some of them. However, there are rows of shacks at the foot of the mountains. Most of them are made of local materials and made of thick giant trees. They appear to be very narrow and closed. There are no ditches at the door, and sewage flows freely across the road.

"This is Qinglinfang City? It's better to be famous than to meet in person..."

Fang Xing was dressed in a green robe, with a bun on his head and a basket on his back. His face had been disguised for a long time. He was a young man with simple and honest features. He looked no different from the locals.

At this moment, he sighed and secretly controlled a simulated oriole from the sky to fall down and get into the basket.

He had worked very hard for today's exploration.

He had planned many escape routes, and he also wore a primary nano-protective suit under his robe, with an electric baton on his waist, so he was fully armed.

Not only that, there were simulated bird-shaped drones on the way here all the time, monitoring the surroundings at all times, which had already allowed him to avoid several groups of guys who were not easy to mess with at first sight.

"Is this Xiuxianfang City or a slum?"

After entering the shantytown, the first thing that greeted him was an unpleasant stench, which made Fang Xing couldn't help but fan the air in front of his nose.

The road is muddy, overgrown with weeds, and occasionally a white skeleton is exposed...

It looks like a human thigh bone.

"I'll go..."

Fang Xing looked at the corner in front of him. There seemed to be a fresh corpse lying there. He didn't know who killed it. The body had been stripped clean.

A few passers-by looked in a hurry on the road, and occasionally you could see the cracks in the wooden boards and the eyes peeking behind the windows.

Everyone seems to be accustomed to corpses.

'Chaos, disorder...may die at any time?'

'Surviving in this kind of environment must be very stressful!'

Fang Xing secretly complained, then his eyes narrowed.

A tall, thin, middle-aged man walked in front of him. He was wearing a gray robe and had a cold and gloomy expression.

What's more important is that the gray robe on the opponent's body seems to be flickering with spiritual light as he walks!

"Castle? Monk?"

Fang Xing's heart moved, and he quickly followed the example of several nearby warriors, standing aside and clearing the road in the middle.

A few warriors even bowed deeply and saluted, with humble and flattering smiles on their faces.

Everything was so natural, as if it was a custom.

'Etiquette is respectful, the weak eat the strong...'

‘If you don’t give way and salute, will you be killed? Will your death be in vain?’

With a heavy heart, Fang Xing walked out of the shanty town and walked up.

The mountain paths are paved with bluestone slabs, and some are already covered with moss, which gives them a unique scenery.

After reaching the halfway point of the mountain, a large number of buildings can be vaguely seen, which look much neater. The ground is paved with stone slabs and is relatively clean.

Several warriors were sweeping nearby, some carrying barrels, like servants.

After walking a few dozen meters, Fang Xing saw an archway with the four characters "Qinglinfang City" written on it.

After entering Fangshi, the flow of people has obviously increased. There are various vendors setting up stalls on both sides of the road, and the products are also all kinds of strange.

Strange flowers and plants, fruits and vegetables stained with morning dew, skins and bones of wild beasts, white-flowered rice...

Of course, there are also all kinds of strange weapons, weird talismans, and bottles and jars...

Many people were in front of the stalls, watching intently or bargaining.

Fang Xing watched with cold eyes and generally confirmed that most of the transactions here were barter. In addition, the most used thing was a thing called 'spiritual sand', which was the rice crystal in his hand.

In addition to stalls, there are many shops in the market.

Qingdanfang, Baibao Pavilion, Huolianfang, Xiaofutang, Tingyu Tower...

Some of them know what they sell from the name of the store, while others require guessing.

Fang Xing paused briefly in front of Tingyu Tower, and he heard the sound of Mi Mi in his ears, and he immediately knew where it was.

"This little brother, do you want to play? I only need one spiritual stone at a time!"

Maybe after he stayed for a long time, a young lady with half-breasted breasts waved to her, her eyes were almost stringy and soft to the bone.

‘Spiritual stone? It seems to be the higher currency of spiritual sand?’

Fang Xing's heart moved, but he pretended to blush slightly and left shyly, eliciting a burst of laughter from behind.

Half an hour later.

"How to sell this 'Zhulongcao'?"

After shopping around, Fang Xing stopped in front of a stall and pointed to an herb with thick leaves that was as red as jade.

The stall owner is an old man with a farmer's name. He is smoking a brass-mouthed dry pot, and wisps of green smoke are coming out of the pot.

Hearing Fang Xing's question, the old man was not in a hurry. He took another puff, and then calmly knocked the pot of the pipe on the bluestone next to him.

There was a dent in the bluestone slab, and I don't know how long the old man had been habitually knocking it.

"Two pieces of Vermilion Dragon Grass are used for one spiritual sand plant... But if you want to sell it to me, you only have one spiritual sand plant for one plant."

The old man spoke slowly.

"How do you know?"

Fang Xing's heart moved, and his face was a little flustered, like a young man who was inexperienced in the world.

"Hehe..." the old man smiled proudly: "I can smell the medicinal smell in your basket even from a distance of ten feet. Is it Zhulongcao? If you want to sell it at a high price, first ask around..."

"You really are... sharp-eyed."

Fang Xing smiled honestly.

He made a lot of preparations for this trip to Fangshi, and the main materials included were ‘Zhulong Grass’!

After all, there are quite a lot of these herbs in the territory of that wild boar monster.

Using drones to pick is actually not very risky.

This time, Fang Xing carried twenty pieces of fresh red dragon grass and prepared to take a look at the market.

"To tell you the truth, Zhulongcao is only useful to Qi-training monks...We warriors can only earn a hard-earned money. However, the purchase price in the market has increased recently. Otherwise, in normal times, you can exchange two or three of them for one spiritual sand."

!”

The old man didn't have much business, so he had a leisurely look and casually chatted with Fang Xing: "Young man...I won't let you down. Even if you take your red dragon grass to the store, the price will be the same, but I can give you a discount. I can give you ten plants."

Your eleven pieces of spiritual sand..."

"How could I have so many? These few plants were all obtained through hard work."

Fang Xing shook his head, a look of hesitation appeared on his face: "I'll take another look..."

He didn't say much, turned around and blended into the crowd.

"The bottom line of people in this world is so low, I really can't believe it..."

"Comparatively speaking, at least the store's reputation will be higher than that of an individual..."

"My little profit shouldn't be worth the store turning against me and destroying my own sign...but that's not necessarily true for me personally."

After comprehensive consideration, even if the purchase price is lower, Fang Xing is prepared to go to the store to trade.

"Selling talismans, freshly painted talismans...wind-controlling talisman, fire-raining talisman, golden bell-shade talisman, spirit-detecting talisman...everyone comes and takes a look."

At this time, Fang Xing was attracted by another shout and came to a stall, his expression shuddering.

The owner of the stall looks middle-aged and wears a robe with an aura of aura. He is actually a monk!

"The wind control talisman, attached to the leg, makes the wind blow under your feet. It is a must-have when you are on the road... It is sold cheaply. Each piece only costs one piece of spiritual sand..."

"Fire rain talisman, first-order low-grade attack talisman, five pieces of spiritual sand..."

"The spirit-testing talisman can detect spiritual roots. As we all know, mortals cannot cultivate immortality without spiritual roots. Dragon and Phoenix among you may have tested wrongly when you were young. Today is your second chance. You can change your destiny against the will of heaven. In one fell swoop... you only need eight talismans.

Spiritual sand!”

When Fang Xing heard this, he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart, and looked at the last 'golden bell talisman'.

This talisman was placed in the middle of the stall, and it was obviously a high-end item.

"The first-level middle-grade golden bell talisman is enough to withstand several attacks from monks in the middle stage of Qi training, but it is the best among the best. It only sells three spiritual stones. I have lost all my money..."

Fang Xing had been shopping around for so long and already knew that ten pieces of spiritual sand could be exchanged for one low-grade spiritual stone. He immediately felt that what this stall owner said was quite interesting.

He squeezed out of the crowd, compared among several shops, and finally walked into 'Qingdanfang'!

The reason why I chose this place is, firstly, because it seems to be an elixir shop and there must be a demand for herbal medicines.
To be continued...