Chapter 10 012: Fish seller on Jiupeng Street

The first night when you arrive at the dream world of immortality.

Chen Dengming, the famous Nanxun Sword King in the Jianghu of Nanxun Kingdom, slept in the open air and spent the night huddled under the eaves of a house in a shantytown.

In the early morning of the next day, a beauty who had not returned home all night came back with yawning. She even took pity on him and put the leftovers at his feet.

Chen Dengming suddenly woke up from his half-sleep and half-cultivation state. He looked blankly at the meal packed with oil paper in front of his feet, and heard a soft and tired female voice behind him.

"After eating this meal, I haven't had another meal~~My life is also miserable."

When he turned around, he only saw a beautiful figure entering the door, and the door on the side closed with a bang.

What a good girl!

But he is not a beggar, he is just a new arrival and has no money to rent a house.

Although Chen Dengming felt a little depressed in his heart, his stomach made a rumbling sound, and he opened the oil paper bag and took a look.

Chen Dengming suddenly took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed slightly, he lowered his head and carried the fishing gear, and walked towards the lakeshore opposite the old man and others.

It was early in the morning, and the lake was covered with mist. After a rain last night, the water in the lake swelled, making it look greener and deeper.

Chen Dengming immediately smiled and clasped his fists, "Forget it, since it's dangerous here, I'll stop fishing and have to change my career."

The advantage of living in a gathering place for casual cultivators is that you can guarantee a certain level of safety, at least you don't have to worry about the invasion of monsters in the wild.

Soon, several days passed.

The blood centipede in the ear canal was even slightly agitated and murderous.

As a result, the two often did not see each other, and Chen Dengming was used to it.

But now it seems that he is still too optimistic.

"He's here to catch fish. Let him catch it again. Anyway, I haven't seen that beast yet."

These monks were all talking together. On the ground beneath their feet lay a corpse exuding a putrid smell of blood. Its surface was entangled with countless weird slimes like spider threads, making it look extremely terrifying.

There are thousands of households in the entire casual cultivating area, of which mortals account for the majority, and there are also many innate warriors. However, casual cultivators in the Qi training period only account for about 30% of the number.

The channels for obtaining resources can be to help monks plant spiritual rice, dig spiritual grains, go on adventures (such as catching spiritual fish, luring monsters), or like those innate women. In short, there are many ways.

A real man can bend and stretch, and the other party has a large number of people. Now is not the time. If there is a time when he is alone, he will release all the blood in the world, and there is no need to endure it anymore.

As for other options such as practicing in the wild, or selling Qingling Pills, Chen Dengming doesn't want to try it as a last resort. The so-called hidden dragon should not be used. There are some survival methods, and you have to familiarize yourself with the situation before making a decision.

Sensing Chen Dengming's arrival, a monk over there glanced over and said coldly, "Mortal, there are monsters around here. We are doing business, please stay away."

The resources here are naturally controlled by the monks, and even the right of residence needs to be controlled by the monks who are divided into more than a dozen factions.

Although Chen Dengming experienced some setbacks and did not catch the spirit fish, he also used the Luo family's waist card as collateral to rent some tools and bait for catching spirit fish. The spirit fish did not take the bait, but he also caught many other fish.

Mortal fish, not only provide for their own food and clothing, but also many miscellaneous fish can be traded with mortals in the gathering place.

After saying that, he was about to leave, but a spiritual power enveloped him, making his heart palpitate and he frowned slightly.

Chen Dengming paused and looked at the corpse on the ground that was obviously exuding a faint spiritual power, and his heart sank.

As a result, he became more familiar with the situation in the gathering place, but he also became a fish seller, nicknamed "the fish seller of the old shed street in the west".

This day.

At this moment, another old monk from Jinzifang with sparse hair and a goatee said calmly.

Chen Dengming clasped his fists with a smile and wanted to refuse, but the old man snorted coldly, his eyes became dangerous, and the spiritual power on his body began to intensify.

At this time, he also saw the monks stationed in Jinzifang in front. There were actually two more monks than usual. They all exuded a faint spiritual power. One of them was wearing a robe from Hutong Street, and he was obviously a more powerful figure on the other side.

The so-called kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring of water.

I am somewhat confident that I can catch one or two spiritual fish in exchange for some spiritual grains. At that time, I can redeem my mortgaged waist card, rent a house of my own to live in, and practice peace of mind for a period of time.

If people want to live in a gathering place for casual cultivators, they have to pay resources.

Chen Dengming was familiar with the road and arrived at the lake more than ten miles away.

"This old guy."

Early in the morning, Chen Dengming put the fish he caught yesterday at the door of the eaves of the house where these beauties often stayed, and then left the gathering place carrying the fishing gear.

"Monster?!"

During these days, he often slept in the open at the door of the beautiful lady who had the favor of giving him a meal that day. He would also give some of the fish he caught to her for free, which was counted as the cost of staying at the door.

Chen Dengming felt angry, but he immediately lowered his head to prevent the old man from noticing.

He kept warning himself in his heart.

In the distance, the water waves are slowly pushing toward the lake, with a little white foam and shimmering light. The lush flowers, plants and trees surrounding the lake are a pleasant sight.

Because this is a world of cultivation with extremely cruel reality. Killing and being killed couldn't be simpler. The class between immortals and mortals is more obvious and more terrifying than all the classes in the past.

Chen Dengming suddenly smelled a trace of blood and rancid smell from the fresh water vapor, and his expression changed slightly.

"What conditions? This woman doesn't seem to be a monk, but she can actually afford food with spiritual energy?"

The old man with thinning hair had sharp eyes and stared at Chen Dengming coldly, as if he felt that he could not embarrass his own power in front of the monks in Hutong Street and prevent him from leaving.

It was the fifth day in the world of cultivating immortals.

Chen Dengming murmured in his heart, but he could pick it up and put it down. He rubbed his face and ate quickly. When he was full, he had to try to catch the spiritual fish.

Otherwise, if you can't earn money to rent a house, it will be difficult to study Taoism and practice with peace of mind.

However, the beauty was someone who worked at night in the nearby Jinzifang. She was often away from home at night and would only return in the early morning.

The one who died was a monk. He had been fishing near here for the past few days and thought that the wild would not be too dangerous in the daytime.

When several monks on the side saw this, they glanced at Chen Dengming with indifferent expressions, and then they went back to talking about their own affairs without taking it seriously.

On the fifth day, he had basically figured out the movement trajectory of the spirit fish, and had also set up some traps using the rented fishing gear and bait and the stone poison.

Several other monks saw this and had different thoughts. They shook their heads indifferently and continued to discuss and observe the corpses on the ground.

The tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop.

This can be regarded as establishing good relations with some mortals in the gathering place.

This is a quite large lake outside the gathering place, and it is also one of the important resources. It is jointly controlled by the two loose cultivating forces, Jinzifang and Hutong Street.

Moreover, the gathering place for casual cultivators is built on an abandoned spiritual vein, and there are still more or less spiritual energy remnants here. For some innate warriors with extremely poor qualifications, being able to live here is the best training place they can get.

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"I, Jinzifang, will arrange your errand. If you want to arrest you, you can arrest me. If you don't want to arrest me, then you can change your career?"

"Immortal Master!"

"Junior, of course you must start well and end well!"

He kept telling himself in his mind that this was already the world of immortality. If you wanted to get ahead, you had to keep a calm mind. Don't think that you can be arrogant and complacent just because you have a golden finger.

Although the food inside was cold, it actually contained some spiritual energy fluctuations, which instantly softened his original resistance.

After two sticks of incense.

But the Blood Centipede Gu didn't seem to listen. The Gu was connected with his mind and noticed his depression. His bloodthirsty desire was constantly amplified, giving him the urge to kill immortals with mortals and trample the stinky faces of immortal cultivators under his feet.

"Chun'er, Centipede, just wait...if you don't take action, that's it. Once you do, you'll be killed with one blow..."

Sensing the power of several spirits behind him from a distance, Chen Dengming tried his best to calm down the blood centipede. Fury without strength is incompetent rage. Only by calmly planning and planning can the weak defeat the strong. He quickly guessed the old man's intention.

Could it be that he was used as bait to lure the so-called murderous monster to appear?

If so, what favorable factors can he take advantage of quickly?

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My Brother Ming’s fist is so hard that I can’t bear it any more, and I can’t bear it anymore either. I’m going to work tomorrow: Blood Centipede, I want to eat fish! Come give me your monthly ticket!
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